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iam yours

You touch these tired eyes of mineAnd map my face out line by lineAnd somehow growing old feels fineI listen close for I’m not smartYou wrap your thoughts in works of artAnd they’re hanging on the walls of my heart

I may not have the softest touchI may not say the words as suchAnd though I may not look like muchI’m yoursAnd though my edges may be roughAnd never feel I’m quite enoughIt may not seem like very muchBut I’m yours

You healed these scars over timeEmbraced my soulYou loved my mindYou’re the only angel in my lifeThe day news came my best friend diedMy knees went weak and you saw me crySay I’m still the soldier in your eyes

I may not have the softest touchI may not say the words as suchAnd though I may not look like muchI’m yoursAnd though my edges may be roughAnd never feel I’m quite enoughIt may not seem like very muchBut I’m yours

I may not have the softest touchI may not say the words as suchI know I don’t fit in that muchBut I’m yours